This is a crossover of a comic I'm making and Heroes. The new characters (and their powers) are:
Josh: He has wings.
Tyler: Pyrokinesis
Clay: Intangible
Cameron: He can regenerate
Anthony: Teleportation
Eric: Telekinesis
Lindsey: Can morph into anything.
Faith: Can talk to the dead and turn herself into a zombie.
Megan: Full-fledged telepathy.
Cameron's regeneration is different than Claire's because it forces his cells to age faster. If his head is chopped of, he will grow a new one, but he'll age two years.
-Eric and Anthony are brothers
-Faith is, at the moment, living with Lindsey. She has yet to get her own house.
-Cameron and Megan are married.
-All of these people know each other from about seven years before the first episode of the third season of Heroes, which is where we begin.
Heroes and Saviors
Chapter One: Convergence
Peter ran as fast as he could, but for a moment it seemed as though he could not get away. The Haitian was still blocking his powers, and until he could shake him, Peter was doomed.
Suddenly, a door ahead of him opened. Taking just a second to look back and find out where his pursuers were, he jumped inside and slammed the door behind him. Turning to see who had helped him, he locked eyes with Claire, who held a gun pointed directly at his head.
"Claire," he began, but she cut him off.
"Don't," she said.
"I can fix it," Peter said desperately. "I can go back—change what happened, change the past!"
Claire seemed unmoved. "It's too late for that." She cocked the gun, and as she pulled the trigger, she whispered, "I always loved you."
Four years in the past, Nathan Petrelli was giving a speech which would lead to the revelation that he could, in fact, fly. Surrounded by his brother, the present Peter Petrelli, and a cop that could read people's minds, Matt Parkman, he continued, finally getting to the whole objective of his speech.
"I have the ability-"
Two shots entered Nathan Petrelli's chest, two shots that originated from the back of the room. Peter went down with his brother, making sure his head did not hit the ground, and followed the attacker with his eyes.
Clay Bingaman was across the street, at the local bank when he heard the shots being fired. The sudden roaring sound from so close by made him stop dead in his tracks as he stepped closer to the back room where the main vault was found. Abandoning all pretenses, he ran outside to find the origin of the noise. There was a rather large crowd converging on the building right across the street, so he stepped forward.
Back inside, Peter Petrelli was running full-tilt through the building, in pursuit of the gunman. The man, dressed in a black leather jacket and a ball cap, turned and disappeared into a bathroom. Peter followed right on his tail, but as he entered the bathroom, there was a distinct lack of life. The gunman was gone.
"Did you get him?" Matt Parkman said as he entered the bathroom as well.
"No," Peter said, his voice heavy with malice, "I lost him."
Clay had just entered the building when the police ran out. He followed the officers with his eyes, then turned and walked further inside.
It was obvious that something had happened, but what wasn't so clear. There was a pool of blood on the floor, and a man was being lifted onto a stretcher and rushed out the back way. Clay did not believe that following the man would help him in any way, so he stood and watched.
"Hey!" came a voice from behind him, making him jump. "Who are you? How did you get in here?" Clay turned to see who it was. It was a cop, one of the ones he had seen running through the building from outside.
"I walked," Clay retorted, not at all glad to be addressed as such. "What happened here?"
"You know Nathan Petrelli?" Clay shook his head. "He's a politician—wait, you're just a kid, you probably don't care about that stuff. Anyway, he was just shot, and we don't know where the killer disappeared to."
"Disappeared?" Clay thought for one fleeting second that Anthony might have been involved, but he quickly dismissed the idea. Anthony was more righteous than that.
"Do you know anything?" the cop said, taking a step forward. Clay shook his head.
Well, Matt thought, if you won't tell me I'll find out for myself. He inclined his head toward the boy, trying to read his mind.
"It won't work," Clay said, rather bluntly. The cop was taken aback.
"How do you-"
"I have a friend who can read minds, too. She's already taught us how to block it out."
Matt felt a hole in the pit of his stomach. If he couldn't get any information out of this kid, then Nathan would be dealt a great injustice.
"Listen," he said. "My name is Matt Parkman. I'm a cop. I need you to tell me anything you know about what might have happened here, or a bad man is going to get away with a bad thing."
"Sorry, old man. I don't know anything about what happened here." Clay paused for a moment. "But I know someone who might."
Costa Verde was a somewhat quiet town, today especially with everyone else out of the house, but Claire Bennet could not possibly relax. Her biological father had just been shot, and her uncle was telling her to stay put. Why? It wasn't like she could die, so why did she have to stay here?
Disregarding what Peter had told her, she opened the door to her bedroom—
And came face-to-face with Sylar.
"Hello, Claire," he said, almost sounding friendly.
"What do you want?" Claire asked shakily.
"I want what you have." He took a step into the room, and was promptly bashed in the head with one of Claire's cheerleading trophies.
She ran downstairs as fast as she could, but as she ran for the door, it slammed shut. She turned to see if the windows were clear, but they too were blocked off by Sylar's power. She was trapped, and the enemy was in the house.
Suddenly, a hand wrapped around her mouth. She tried to scream, but a voice that was not Sylar's quieted her.
"You need to calm down," said the man. She couldn't turn to see him, but he sounded like he was only a few years older than her. "My name is Tyler Henry, and I'm going to try to get you out of this alive."
At that point, Sylar's feet appeared in the stairwell. The man called Tyler held out his other hand, and a wall of brilliant red fire appeared at the foot of the stairs, blocking every possible way down.
"Ooh, Claire," Sylar taunted, "I didn't know you could shoot fire, too. Now I really want that lovely brain of yours."
Tyler released Claire and spun around, holding his arm not three feet from the front door when he let loose. The sturdy mahogany was blasted off its hinges as the flames seared their target. "Claire, go!" Tyler yelled, and the cheerleader promptly took his advice.
Sylar used his telekinesis to dismantle the bottom step and throw it outside, where it struck Claire in the head, knocking her out. Since that was the source of the fire, the way was now clear to go downstairs, where not one, but two excellent sources of power awaited him: the girl, and this new man in the red hooded sweater with a Japanese pyro-symbol around his neck.
Tyler held both of his arms in front of him and gave Sylar some of the hottest fire he had ever produced. According to Megan, Sylar could not yet regenerate, so if he was incinerated, Tyler doubted the man could have survived. But then again, Eric had described telekinesis as the ability to manipulate matter, so if Sylar had figured out that he could in fact deflect the flames, then Tyler and Claire were both screwed.
From behind Tyler, there came an audible pop, and Anthony's voice called out over the flames.
"Tyler, it's alright. Faith just spoke with Precog, Sylar is supposed to get Claire's ability. We need to go!" Anthony put his hand on Tyler's shoulder just as the pyro stopped shooting his fire. Right before they teleported, the fire died, and Sylar was unscathed.
Faith Dusky looked at Precog, the ghost she had met years earlier that could dream the future, and wondered if he had made the right call. Anthony could have saved both Tyler and Claire, and there wouldn't have been much fuss. But if Precog said that something was the future, then altering that would mess everything else up.
Faith looked over at Lindsey, who was staring up at the clock. Lindsey was nervous as well. If the decision to call Tyler back was the wrong one, then they had just given the worst man since Ault an ability they did not want him to have.
And with that thought, she flashed back to Ault. The battle had taken them three days, and four of them had almost died. Ault's ability was one that they were almost unable to cope with. The ability to not only absorb people's powers, but their energy as well was something that had almost wiped half of them out. Thankfully, they had had Cameron, whose blood was enough to get them back to a stable condition, but not enough to age any of them. Cameron, whose power had made it possible to go inside Ault when he had become a dragon, and cut out the villain's heart.
Was Sylar the next Ault?
Anthony and Tyler appeared out of midair in front of Faith. Tyler immediately stormed forward, his eyes rapidly growing brighter.
"Why did you call me out of there?" he yelled at Faith. "I could have obliterated him!"
"But that's not what was supposed to happen," said Precog, who Faith echoed.
"But it could have happened! Do you want something like Ault to be released on innocent people—on us?!"
"No," Lindsey replied, "but we can't screw with time. It's not right. If Precog said it wasn't supposed to happen, then it didn't happen."
There was a sharp knock on the door.
"Hello?" said an Arabian-sounding man. "Is everything alright in there?"
"We're fine," Anthony and Lindsey responded together, but the door opened nonetheless.
"I just heard yelling and I thought I'd-" He cut of at the sight of Tyler, whose eyes were now a brilliant red-orange. Tyler instantly calmed down. "Were your eyes just on fire?"
"So what if they were?" Tyler responded. Anthony smacked the back of his head.
"My name is Mohinder Suresh. I'm a scientist studying the phenomena of so-called 'super-human powers'. I don't think that you r eyes being on fire constitutes normal, nor do I believe any of you find this new. Might I come in?"
Lindsey looked at Tyler, who glanced at Faith, shot an unreadable look at Anthony, who shrugged.
"Sure," said the latter, "just don't get dirt on the rug."
